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Genre: Billionaire Romance / Obsession / Corporate War / Emotional Drama *** A sharp-tongued small-town girl falls into the dangerous love of the most powerful oil mogul in Mexico. But when she becomes the target of his enemies—and his obsession—she must decide if love is worth losing herself… or if he’s worth betraying. *** Joseph León was the most feared name in oil — Mexico’s oil tycoon with empires that stretched across oceans. His name opened doors in Dubai, whispered in Geneva, and commanded boardrooms in Texas. But in the private sanctum of his glass-walled penthouse above Mexico City, the only thing that brought him to his knees… was Green. Green Ariza. The sharp-tongued, warm-eyed girl from the southeast — who didn’t care for oil, power, or the billions in his offshore accounts. And that terrified Joseph more than any corporate war. She stormed into his office, her heels clicking furiously against the Italian marble. Her designer leather bag slammed onto the chair with finality. “I want to talk to you, Joseph!” she snapped. Behind his desk, Joseph was mid-call with a venture capitalist from Qatar, trying to lock in a deal worth $1.3 billion. He held up one finger without looking up — only for a second — then paused. His eyes met hers. Sharp. Furious. Tired of something. He ended the call. “I’ll speak to you later,” he said calmly, before the voice on the other line could protest. “Yes, I know it’s urgent.” He hung up, removed his glasses, and leaned back in his chair. His gaze softened. “What does my love want that has her so upset?” he asked, like the storm in her eyes didn’t scare him. “A Maserati? Givenchy? My black card is right there—just whisper what you want, and it’s yours.” Green exhaled, shaking her head. “I’m not here for gifts, Joseph.” “I know.” “No, you don’t. You always think money can fix things.” “I absolutely don’t think that.” “You bought the company I worked for because I said I was scared of getting fired—how is that not thinking money fixes things?” “I bought it,” he said quietly, “because it was the only way I could keep seeing you. You were avoiding me. Saying you couldn’t risk your job. So I made it yours. You’re head of creative strategy now. With triple your old salary. And you only work when you want.” She turned away, rubbing her forehead. “Green,” he said, his voice a low murmur now. “Can I touch you?” She blinked at him. “Are you asking permission to touch me?” “You usually get angry when I touch you during a fight,” he said honestly, standing slowly. “You say I use it to make you forget why you’re mad.” “…Because you do.” “And you let me.” She turned to face him, and for a moment, neither said a word. He reached out, gently, his hand grazing her elbow. “So tell me, why are you really angry?” She looked away. “Is it because of the girl at the gala?” he asked. Her head snapped back toward him. “She’s like a sister. My father’s goddaughter.” “She was holding your hand.” “She’s grieving. Her brother was assassinated in Bogotá.” Green stepped back, arms folded. “You don’t even see how many women throw themselves at you. My mother tells me I’m stupid for staying. That I should leave you and marry someone safer. Someone like Don Frederick.” Joseph’s jaw tightened. “Don Frederick is a snake with a fake smile and a poisoned chalice. He’s not safe, he’s subtle. That’s worse.” “My mother doesn’t care,” Green said bitterly. “She only sees headlines. And dollar signs.” “What do you see?” he asked, stepping closer. “When you look at me. What do you see?” She didn’t answer. He touched her cheek, gently. “Do you think I’d let myself love anyone but you? I’d burn down every oil well I own before I lose you.” She blinked. “Don’t say things like that.” “Why? Because you believe me?” “No,” she whispered. “Because I do.”

Han Ling, a celestial master from the cultivation world, died tragically after being betrayed mid-exorcism. But when he woke up, he found himself in a strange yet luxurious modern room—inside a body eerily similar to his own. In this unfamiliar world, he inherited the life of a timid, unloved heir, forced to attend glamorous banquets while being quietly ignored by his family. At one such banquet, he encountered Leander Ashcroft—a young aristocrat cursed and dying. Saving him set off a chain of bizarre events: exorcising vengeful ghosts, uncovering ancestral secrets, solving cursed construction sites and haunted film sets… yet all clues pointed to a hidden force trying to unravel the world itself. And through it all, Leander, with his warm smile and silver eyes, refused to let him go. Leander Ashcroft: “I’ve always been a gentle man… but when it comes to you, I simply can’t let go.” Han Ling: “…Don’t think I believe you just because you smile like that…” (…but still let his hand be held, cheeks flushed.)

Nova scrambled backwards, panting hard, her short locks clinging to her damp forehead as she watched this predator stalk towards her. The vibrant and lively forest hushed, almost holding its breath to watch the scene unfold. Great, she had an audience for what would surely be a gruesome death. Death looked... a little... rugged and in nothing but a loin cloth, defined by slabs of muscle, a trail of hair leading down to such a small piece of cloth to hide a large- A spine-chilling growl snapped her gaze back up to meet his golden-red eyes, fiery, and intense, glaring at Nova as he slammed his hands either side of her head. Pieces of bark crumbled down from the impact. "I told you not to run..." He threatened, his eyes piercing hers, his voice more guttural than she'd heard from any male. His eyes clenched shut as his body trembled. "My instinct is to always stalk, always chase... until I get what I want.." Their faces were inches apart. She could feel his hot breath fanning her face. The forest was humid and hot, and his body was so close to hers that it was almost unbearable. The gruff voice, those words and the intensity of those eyes that reminded her of sunsets caused goosebumps to flourish across her arms. "What do you want?" Nova swallowed, not recognising her voice. She was so out of her depth. His chest rumbled, and more bark crumbled down from behind her head. "You..." Her breath hitched. "To. Do. As. You're. Told." - Paradise was what Nova Winslow was promised when her boyfriend whisked her away to Isla De Tayun, the perfect getaway for their busy lives. It was untouched, pristine, a hidden gem. But it had remained that way for a reason. The island doesn’t want visitors. And neither do the natives. What should have been a romantic retreat, drinking from coconuts and lounging on white-sandy beaches together, turns into a holiday from hell. Mid-argument with her soon-to-be ex, Nova stumbles into a lake. When she resurfaces, her boyfriend, the path she came from, and the resort have vanished. Alone, stranded, and with little survival skills, Nova has only a wet phone with no signal, a pair of heels, and an irrational fear of bats—which are everywhere. She is out of her depth when she falls into a mystical world of beasts. Hunted by tribesmen, stalked by beasts that shouldn't exist, and hearing animals speak, she has no choice but to trust the wild beast the forest itself fears—Yoa, a wanted man. Together, they flee the tribes pursuing them all while battling her growing attraction to Yoa. Can she survive the wild and make it back to her civilised life? Or will she lose herself to the untamed world—and to the man who belongs to it? #Beast #Ssssteamy #Adventure #Mythical #R18 -- THERE WILL BE MATURE CONTENT!! -- If you are enjoying the story, please vote with a power stone, leave comments and review! -- Cover Image: In the middle of getting one commissioned. My Instagram: @kelly_starrz My new discord server: https://discord.gg/MHMdRRqUYa

There once upon-a-time roamed a boy. The boy went from a baby to a toddler. Then from a toddler to a child. Then a child to a boy. Then from a boy to a man. But, no matter how old he grew, no matter how much time passed, he kept on pondering and pondering, if people reflected on their existence, then what did existence reflect on? No matter if he was crawling on all fours with a pacifier, drawing a red house on a green hill with a painting brush, fishing for big and small fishies in his small, little boat, skinning a deer he had caught, or even sleeping, the question persisted. No matter how much he thought about it, he couldn't reach the answer. He was a simple lazy man who wanted to live normally, but life wasn't giving a f*ck about what he thought. So it decided to fuck him over. And he died. He thought about it, and considered it wasn't enough. So... he kept looping. And looping. And looping. He ascended. He became an angel, but he didn't stop. He became a fallen angel, he didn't stop. An archangel, a seraphim, stop? Not yet. Keep going. Keep going. A Cherubim. A Demigod. A Lower, Mid, Upper God. He went beyond. Skip, skip, skip. Loop, loop, loop. Pantheons, Primoridals, Outer Gods, World gods, Pre-primordial, True Gods, Elemental principles, Pre-historical Aeons, Abstract entities, Logos, Emanation of the source, The Nameless One, The Supreme one. Yet, after going beyond all that, there was something he could never reach. He could never reach the level of 'it' or the same classification. He could never reach the level of 'The Exalted', or what lay beyond it. Reason? Simple. Because he was meant to be 'The Teacher'. Join Watch and his adventure in roaming the lands, transmigrating into a novel and tutoring the daughter of a certain demon king on how decimate an entire country to ashes, living with the protagonist, heroines, villains, and a third-rate transmigrated villain from a game, exploring new worlds and omniverses, creating and destroying sects, getting banned from the afterlife, speedrunning world domination with zero stat points, meeting witches, setting worlds on fire, destroying a yuri and futa (hehe...) empire, seducing fate itself, starting cults, churches, cucking the Eight Goddesses, fighting entities that should have not existed, gathering his sibling mechanisms, instigating universal wars, killing protagonists, and much, much, more! +++++ #NoNTR #Evil MC #Villain #High Fantasy #Low Fantasy #R18 # Worlds #Universes #Cosmic Horror #Comedy #Threesome #Imperial Harem #Daughters # Incest #Harem #Strong to Stronger #Elf #Deities #Angels #Beings #Fallen Angels #Demons #Gore #Conquor #Mystery #liminality #Races #Politics #Action #Adventure #Unique Worldbuilding #Ascension #Fellatio #Anal #Supernatural #Netori #Urbanfantasy #Superpowers #Cultivation #Goddess #First-time Intercourse -------- Author's note: I am new to writing, so please bear with me at first, over time, my writing improves and will improve even more in the future. Thank you! ------------ Discord: https://discord.gg/n2vvnVTD

When Nahia loses her family, her world collapses. All she has left is Amaya—her little sister, her last ray of hope. In a world that offers little kindness, Nahia fights with everything she has to protect what remains. Assad, a wealthy and reserved sheikh, carries the weight of a painful past. Closed off from emotion, he swore never to love again. Fate brings them together—unexpected, delicate. She, fragile but determined. He, distant yet deeply human. Between them, a quiet storm of emotions and unspoken words brews. Beneath the desert sun, they may find—together—the warmth of a first love.

Arin always thought he’d awaken as a powerful mage like the rest of his family. Unfortunately, the elements thought otherwise. On the most important day of his life, he awakened… absolutely nothing. His family promptly banished him to the Outlands, a cozy little death trap filled with hungry monsters, poisonous plants, and exactly zero plumbing. With no powers and no backup, survival seemed like a short-term goal. Then, just as he was about to become lunch for a very large, angry lizard, a strange message popped up in his head. [Life System Activated. Congratulations, You’re Not Dead Yet.] Now gifted with a mysterious ability to control life energy, Arin can grow trees with a thought, tame monsters with a glance, and accidentally heal his enemies mid-battle (oops). He may have been tossed out like trash, but it turns out trash can grow into compost, and compost makes everything stronger. Let the magic snobs keep their fireballs. Arin is about to outgrow them all.

Theo Duskblood was born to crush protagonists. In his past life, he was just another bored young man—fed up with cliché stories where goody-two-shoes heroes always won, villains existed only to be face-slapped, and the “righteous” always got the girl. One car accident later, he opens his eyes in a new world… inside the body of the most punchable rich heir imaginable. Handsome. Arrogant. Obscenely wealthy. And now equipped with something the old world never gave him: The Arrogant Young Master System. > “Detected a righteous protagonist flaunting justice nearby… Initiating ego boost. +10 to smug aura.” “Mission: Steal his destiny. Bonus reward if you also steal his girl.” With a system that rewards petty flexes, dramatic entrances, and shameless villainy, Theo is done playing by hero rules. He’s here to mock plot armor, ruin chosen ones, and rewrite every cliché from the villain’s throne. > “Time to ruin another protagonist’s life. What? He’s cultivating love and justice? I’m cultivating sarcasm and scandal.” Theo will crush destiny under polished boots, seduce heroines mid-monologue, and prove once and for all: The villain always has more fun.

[Host: Female] [Daily Sign-In System: Rewards Guaranteed!] [Miss a day? No problem—your monthly bonus will be even bigger!] In the mysterious world of Elarion, danger hides behind beauty, our protagonist goes to academy but in mid way she get attacked and another world soul come to take her place, but because of soul own system mistake the soul died and our protagonist got system, she has realize she will die and she did not wanted that, with her system she although live but later another more extreme things happen to her, now she cant enter her own world for years, gods decided to seal it but reason nobody in Elarion know, But there's one problem: our protagonist has the lowest magical talent of all. Armed only with her wits, determination, and a mysterious Sign-In System that grants her daily rewards, can she defy fate, rise through the ranks, and uncover the secrets buried deep within Gorvanna? but there is a twist, she has attracted obsessive's vampires now she had yandere Vampire woman's who are obsessed with her, Warning (her first love will appear after chap 35+)

Villain System: Activated > Alignment: Chaotic Evil Objective: Obey the plot, serve the empire, die like a good villain. Yeah, no thanks. I woke up as Dorian Valen—sadistic noble, arsonist, war criminal, mid-tier villain with a face everyone wants to stab. The story wants me to beg for my life, cough up secrets, and die at sunrise so the hero can get a shiny new power-up. Been there, read that. But I'm not here to follow the script. I'm here to flip the table. I’ll expose the cracks in the empire, dismantle the hero’s halo, weaponize every trope, and corrupt the system that tried to cage me. And if I have to burn the world down to do it? Well… I’ve got the villain system. Might as well make it earn its name.

"Hold him!, don't let him escape!,sh*t! f*ck!"the man cursed. About twenty men were chasing after a boy. The boy was 108cm in height,his pink coloured hair ruffling against the wind,his clothes were exquisite,and he managed to pull off an arrogant young master look......."He's a beautiful baby boy " the mid wife said.MENG Qi lost hope and lay back down helplessly."Do you want to see him?" the mid wife asked."Take that brat out of my sight!!" MENG Qi blew up.The mid wife tried to calm her down as she cried. Meng Qi's personal assistant,Hé had an idea."Meng Jie Jie,this child crotch is so tiny and small,I almost didn't see it.what say you,why don't we dress him up as a girl?!! no one would find out!" Hé said.......Old Qin held the baby delicately. The baby is white and pale,it has to be a girl of course!The people gathered asked."Old Qin what's our daughter's name?Old Qin smiled, happiness evident in his eyes."Qin Wan Mo" he answered cheerfully.The people cheered.While the baby's expression: "...". eh?Felix Anderson wriggled his hands and realized they were tiny,an old man held him and his name was suddenly Qin wan Mo.He tried to talk,but he could only cry.Felix: what's this!!Felix Anderson,19 year old,an actor with the reputation of a bully.He reincarnates into a prominent family with internal struggle for power,and is forcefully asked to be a girl. He's now engaged to the young master of the Han family who is so suspicious of him. .................... "Do you take me for a fool? you think I don't know that you're a guy?!" Han Jiuran scoffed,a glint flashed through his eyes. Wan Mo gulped,cold sweat appear on her forehead,she replied him "Jiuran I think you're sick it touched your brain!" Luke:"..." Chauffeur:"..." bodyguards:"..." Han Jiuran:"..." "Me,a guy? Han Jiuran speak with your conscience! you dare doubt my feminity,you want proof huh?!" Wan Mo looked pained,she tugged at her clothes ready to pull it off. Luke: No Miss Qin,young master don't need proof! Wan Mo became teary "is it because my chest is not big? tell me Jiuran,if you have found a girl with bigger chest ,go to the Qin resident and call off the engagement,who wants you?ugly!!" she sniffs Jiuran:"..." me?ugly? His face became dark, ink could drip from it. Wan Mo took his hand and pressed against her chest. "At least it is growing,Han Jiuran give it 4 years" Jiuran's pupils dilated,the tip of his ear and corner of his eyes became red. Wan Mo scoffed and left the car, slamming the door and entered her house,she breathed out "that should keep him busy ,my survival skills is so good". He happily thanked the fake breast he wore. Meanwhile in the car.. "Wan Mo is not male?" Jiuran said in a daze while looking at his hand.

At 59 years old, John Leben had only one passion left in life: playing Alfiria Saga, a fantasy MMORPG he had devoted 25 years of his life to. After resigning from his job in his mid-thirties and living alone ever since, John found comfort and meaning in the game world he loved — even as its players slowly vanished over the years. Now, with Alfiria Saga officially shutting down, John receives one final message from the developers: a mysterious reward for the last active player. When he accepts it, he expects a figure, some merchandise, or perhaps just a nostalgic goodbye. Instead… He wakes up in the game world itself — younger, stronger, and completely naked in the middle of a dangerous forest. Armed with only his knowledge of the game, John must now navigate the world of Alfiria Saga. But in this world of magic, monsters, and secrets long forgotten by players, can an old man's regrets find new purpose? Or will this second chance turn into his greatest trial yet? Author’s Note: This story was originally written in Filipino back in 2020 (Wattpad), and what you're reading now is its translated English version. The original Filipino draft is currently unpublished, as I'm still revising and working on future chapters. I decided to release this English version first to reach more readers — especially those who enjoy nostalgic, emotional isekai stories set in a fantasy MMORPG world. Thank you for reading. If you'd like to see the Filipino version in the future, feel free to let me know — your support means everything. — Gomisekai (Author)

In a world where megacorporations rule like feudal dynasties and cultivation is under corporate rule, Vincent Cornelius wakes up in a silk-sheeted bed beside a suspiciously curvy woman. Reincarnated into the body of a doomed CEO fated to be a "villain's father". Vincent quickly realizes he's a disposable background character— the kind destined to be humiliated, ruined, and killed so that his pathetic son, can become a stepping stone for some arrogant, heaven-defying, cliché cultivation protagonist. Unfortunately for fate, Vincent didn’t reincarnate to play along. He reincarnated to ruin protagonists for profit. Armed with the Corporate Villain Expansion System, every cruel scheme, humiliating press leak, or market manipulation against protagonist nets him Villain Points—and every time he crushes a “fated encounter,” his Luck Points rise. Turn the protagonist into a drugie? +400 VP + 50 LP Reduce the mercenary king to a job of a small security guard? +500 VP +100 LP Cause chaos in a protagonist's harem—emotional betrayal, internal sabotage, or seduction ? +1,000 VP +200 LP As his mid sized logistics corporation moves towards becoming a corporate megaforce, Vincent must climb the cultivation ladder, weaponize capitalism, and outwit Fate itself—one bankrupt protagonist at a time. The world wants him humbled. The story wants him deleted. But Vincent Cornelius is here to rewrite the script. He’s about to prove that in this world, the real golden finger is a hostile takeover. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Disclaimer (Filed Personally by Vincent Cornelius): If, by some cosmic accident, any names, corporations, or highly sensitive trade empires mentioned in this story resemble real-world entities—rest assured, it’s entirely coincidental. I am far too busy conquering fictional markets to bother with actual ones. No offense is intended. No lawsuits, either. Unless you’re a protagonist. In which case… file away. I'll be waiting—with a better lawyer and a hostile takeover plan. This is fiction. Relax. Or invest.

What if your soul woke up inside the body of a national hero… on the most important day in your country's history? A young Kenyan man from the present day opens his eyes to find himself standing at a podium in 1960s Nairobi—cheered on by thousands, dressed in a tailored suit, and clutching a Bible mid-inauguration. But this isn't just any ceremony. It's the birth of a nation—and he's inhabiting the body of none other than the soon-to-be Prime Minister of independent Kenya. As the lines between past and present blur, he must navigate colonial elites and revolutionary hopes to change history and move forward. Is he here by fate, accident, or destiny? How far can one soul go in the body of a legend? A genre-bending blend of historical fiction, political satire, and time-travel mystery. Reincarnated As President is a powerful reflection on legacy, leadership, and what it means to lead a nation.

My name is Fang Fan, a fifteen-year-old, introverted third-year middle school student in Rongcheng. My unremarkable life is overshadowed by my mother, Su Zihan—a stunning, ambitious woman in her mid-thirties who has risen to become the city’s deputy mayor. Admired and desired by many, my mother’s beauty and authority make her the center of attention wherever she goes. As I come of age, I am unwillingly drawn into this world, experiencing jealousy, shame, and a growing, illicit attraction to my mother. The boundaries between mother and son blur as our lives spiral into an intense, erotic struggle for control, affection, and identity. Our story is one of psychological torment and sexual awakening, exploring the darkest corners of desire, family, and power. NTR, Netorare, Netori, Adultery, Group Sex, BDSM, Humiliation, Sex Slave, Sex Toys, Incest, MTR, Married, Cheating Mother, Seduction, Objectification, Infidelity

Jules Calder is objectively handsome. Tall, soft brown eyes, good bone structure. The kind of face that makes teachers pause mid-roll call. But Jules doesn’t care. Not about love. Not about popularity. Not even about shampoo in the morning. What he does care about… is shipping people. Fictional couples, real classmates, strangers on the street  if two people share even a blink of tension, Jules is already drawing hearts around their names in his journal. Freshman year of high school? A buffet of potential romances. The class president, Ivy Renn? Gorgeous. Smart. Obvious main girl energy. Naturally, Jules starts shipping her with every semi-handsome guy who breathes in her direction. There’s just one problem. Ivy likes him. And the more she tries to get closer, the more Jules keeps accidentally shipping her with someone else. Will she ever confess before he pairs her off with the entire male population? Will Jules realize he’s the lead in someone else’s love story? Or will he keep living life as the Night Bath Master, dodging romance, brushing at hyper speed, and narrating everyone else’s love life except his own?

Died once? Unlucky. Died twice? Suspicious. Got dumped into a new world as a six-year-old chakra-deficient orphan? Now that’s just rude. Meet our unlucky protagonist: once a modern-day rich guy with a loving wife, two kids, and a garage full of mid-life-crisis cars—until fate slammed the brakes with a truck. Reincarnated again in a world where everyone can absorb chakra from the air like free Wi-Fi… except him. Yep, our boy’s basically running a cultivation emulator on potato specs. But fate's not completely cruel—he’s gifted a Tutorial System by a fed-up god who’s tired of watching him die like an NPC. The catch? It nags more than a grandma and upgrades slower than a government app. With a half-drunken master who forgets mid-lesson, a world where punching mountains is normal, and a chakra system locked tighter than grandma’s candy jar, can our accidental cultivator rise to greatness? Or will he die a third time—this time from embarrassment? Brace yourself for absurd power levels, epic fights, weirdly wise drunkards, and the slowest glow-up in cultivation history. This isn't your usual "chosen one" tale—

Kaito watched everyone he loved die. His family. His best friend. The woman who believed in him. Now, stranded in a dragon-eaten hellscape, he has one vow: “Never. Again.” His weapons? A mind that dissects dragon anatomy mid-combat A gravity suit crushing him under 3,000,000kg of force Brutal training from Akari – a half-dragon warrior whose golden eyes burn with secrets His nightmare? Reliving her death. His salvation? Becoming strong enough to shatter cosmic dragons… ...before his own body breaks.

Michael Mores was tired. The perfect student. The dutiful son. The silent struggler. No one saw the cracks beneath his quiet smile or the ancient circle he drew in the dark. In a forgotten ritual, Michael offers everything, his soul, his identity, his place in the world. In return, he asks for a replacement. Someone who might succeed where he had failed. Someone who might want to live. Far away, on modern-day Earth, a lonely reader vanishes mid-page his soul pulled into a world not his own, waking in the body of a stranger named Michael. Now inhabiting a life full of secrets, expectations, and hidden grief, the new soul must navigate the unfamiliar halls of Arkenridge Academy, a world on the brink of industrial magic and something far darker. Haunted by fragments of the past, stalked by a Reaper who never forgets, and watched by something older than time itself, he begins to uncover the truth behind the ritual that brought him here. But power always has a price. And second chances aren’t given, they’re taken. As the cracks in the world widen and forgotten contracts stir, he’ll have to decide, Is he willing to carry the burden Michael left behind? Or will he vanish too, like a story never finished?

The world changed when the dungeons appeared. Portals to twisted dimensions began opening across South Korea and then, the world. From goblin caves to flaming sky-realms, each dungeon threatened reality itself. Civilization adapted fast: the strongest awakened powers, guilds replaced corporations, and monster drops became more valuable than Bitcoin. Kang Jinho, meanwhile, just wanted some instant noodles. When a glitchy portal yanked him into a dungeon mid-snack-run, Jinho didn’t awaken like the heroes in the news. He didn’t unlock fire magic, summon a dragon, or wield a legendary sword. Instead, he got… “Glitchwalker.” A bugged skill. One the system doesn’t even understand. Now stuck with powers that make no sense, a frying pan he can’t unequip, and a string of baffled government agents watching him, Jinho is dragged into the chaotic world of dungeon hunters. Guilds want to recruit him. Enemies want to dissect him. The dungeon system wants to delete him. Too bad he’s the only one who can break the rules and maybe save the world while he’s at it. Deadpan. Overpowered (somehow). Completely unqualified. Kang Jinho is about to redefine what it means to be a Rank F nobody… …starting with absolutely no clue what he’s doing.

WHAT HAPPENS WHEN A DEVIL FALLS IN LOVE? *** Alice was told that she was cursed. Perhaps she didn't need to be told. It was as clear as day. The only thing she wanted was MONEY. And she would do anything to get it. Even if it meant pretending to be her twin sister to change her fate. For one year. She didn't mind being a fake and marrying the Wildfire Heir. He would barely be around, she had been told. 'He doesn't seem like much trouble,' she had also been told. 'The third son, on the other hand, is crazy. Stay away from him.' 'As for the second son... avoid him at all costs.' 'Do not cross his path.' But she did. She crossed his path. In fact, she went right into his path herself. And as if that wasn't bad enough, the groom was changed at the last minute. To the Second Son! He was as hot as he was cold. A terrifyingly sexy man who looked like the man she always saw in her dreams. Was this all merely a coincidence? But that wasn't all. She hadn't expected pretending to be her sister to be this tough. First of all, she missed a very important detail: her sister was a Lawyer. She, on the other hand, was only familiar with "You have the right to remain silent..." Secondly, her sister was picky. She was vegetarian. She didn't drink. And... she was bullied? And just maybe... there was more to her sudden disappearance. Her life was about to get much more complicated. Especially with those scary blue eyes watching her every move like a predator on a mission. One year. Was the benefit worth it—worth putting her life on the line to deceive the Wildfires? She might die before the year was over. **** "Women like powerful men, Boss. They like to feel powerless when they are with a man." Hades had initially scoffed, but the idea had wormed its way into his mind. So when he saw her coming from the opposite direction, he decided to test this theory on her. Women liked to feel powerless? As soon as she saw him, her gaze sharpened, wondering why that madman was looking at her with a determined glint in his eyes. Should she run away? But he was already in front of her. "What are you—" He scoops Alice off the ground in one swift motion and drapes her over his shoulder like a sack of flour. All shocked eyes turned to the scene, but no one dared say a word, as they froze mid-air. "HADES!! YOU IMBECILE! PUT ME DOWN THIS INSTANT!" She thrashes wildly, kicking her legs and flailing her arms. Hades, however, remains unfazed, carrying her out of the place with a triumphant smirk. He didn't believe in love theories, but he had a feeling she would be falling in love with him after this. At the other end, three of his underling watched the scene. "I think Lady Boss is enjoying it. She looks… happy." One noted. The other underling tried to stare intently at Alice's upside-down face. "I think so... I've never seen her look so bubbly around the boss." The third underling was watching, slack-jawed. He facepalmed dramatically. This wasn't what he meant when he told them women liked to feel powerless. Meanwhile, Alice... (Still screaming) *** EXCERPT II: "She is not answering your calls and told you to STOP calling her. Boss, I think your little bride might be mad at you." He snorted. "You are so clueless." "What's your insight, Boss?" "If she keeps rejecting my calls, it only means one thing..." They all leaned closer to hear his powerful insight. "She wants my physical presence," he said with a smug look. One of them wanted to say he didn't think so, but he was too scared to say anything. "Should I go. Should I not go?" He contemplated with a bored look on his face. "GRANT HER WISH, BOSS!" The other clueless henchmen echoed passionately. He smirked. "If you say so," and then he stood up. "Get the car." **** Pleasee add to your library. A bit of dark and fluffy romance. 18+ Comedic. Makes you sit in the edge as Alice tries her best to never get caught (quite futile) See you in the comment section!

The first day of school doesn't go as planned. Nikko is late and he's literally running to school. He's so nervous, and the random guy that laughed at him while rushing through a crossroad didn't add up to his mood.... If you prefer to read on wattpad you can check my account there! @Nikko04x *I am not an owner of the cover photo*

Tags: R-18 • H-Game • Soulslike • Dark Fantasy • Monster Girls • Sex Power System • OP Protagonist • Degenerate World • Boss Waifus • Smut • Harem •Yuri During Threesomes or more •Netori •No netorae or netorase • Level Up • Inspired by Elden Ring, Bloodborne, Skyrim. Malone Mercedes was just a programmer who was sleep-deprived, overworked, and drowning in bug reports. He helped build Eroge Souls, an R-18 soulslike H-game infamous for its brutal difficulty, corrupt world, and unapologetically lewd content. A game where players fought, died, and fucked their way through a realm governed by the Seven Sins. It was twisted, depraved, and a cult classic game among fans as it goes deeply into lore and immersion. And it exploded into a global phenomenon. However Malone did not live to enjoy its success. He collapsed at his desk mid-crunch, fingers still on the keyboard. As he died from overworked. But this was not the end for Malone. Because right after he died he soon find himself in familiar place. Not in heaven. Not in hell. But inside the very game he help build, as he was transmigrated into the body of Ren Hal Asauron, also known as the wonder. A legendary being blessed by the Free Throne. With the Demiurge long gone, the Seven Sins. Lust, Greed, Wrath, Sloth, Gluttony, Envy, and Pride have become twisted gods, flooding the land with depravity and chaos. The last of mankind suffer under their iron rule, as humans fight for the place in the Prime Lands. Kings die, and new one emerge, yet none has seen an era of peace. For mankind is locked in an eternal war with the Deamons. Each Sin holds one of the Seven Laws needed to become God. They are the key to becoming the new All Father. And rise into a divine position as the new Demiurge. And each Sin will do anything to keep Sauron from claiming them. Armed with the secret knowledge of a programmer, and the body of a living weapon of the Worlds Will. Ren must fight, fuck, and dominate his way through Daemon's, corrupted goddesses, broken realms, and seductive boss battles. Till he eventually clear the seven hells, and Dominate or kill the Seven Sins. Lucky for Ren, he is not in this world alone unarmed. The Wonder is Blessed with the power of Save and Load. All he must do to reach a good ending is level up and take advantage of the leveling system till he reach his end goal.

'Hmmmm...so I just have to witness the skill being used to copy it...then I can evolve this skill ten times it's initial power?' Nox was skeptical as he looked at the screen flickering on his retina. I mean, how was something so insane even possible? Copying a skill itself was very bad-assed, and you mean to say he could evolved the copied Skill ten times it's initial power, exponentially surpassing the original owner? Why would the gods let such broken talent even exist? 'Well it's just one way to find out...' Luckily just then, he saw two powerfull beings fighting mid air. Their fight sent shockwaves billowing in all directions, causing Nox to take a couple of Steps back. At that moment, he activated his talent... [Mimicry activated!] [Target: Cosmic Entity Arkea - Successfully copied Skill "Gravity Manipulation"!] [Description: Gravity Manipulation Creates a localized gravity field, slowing enemies within a 5-meter radius by 20% for 5 seconds.] [Upgrading Gravity Manipulation 10x!] [Ding! You have Awaken Gravitational Singularity!] [Description: Gravitational Singularity Creates a singularity that pulls in enemies within a 20-meter radius, dealing 5,000 damage and stunning them for 5 seconds. Allies within the area gain a 30% damage boost for 10 seconds.] [Do you wish to keep this skill or bestow it to your Pet?] "No fucking way!" Nox exclaimed in shock. "I-its real!"

Peak mid.

The mid-level boss of my company’s AAA-game. Deculein, a villain who dies in 999 out of the 1000 playthroughs. Now I have transmigrated in his body.

Lenny Tales is a sick psychopathic assassin with a twisted sense of justice who goes around the world murdering corrupt politicians. But at his latest hit, a bullet changed trajectory in mid air and ended his life. However when he wakes up, he discovers that his Death was not an accident, and he had been Employed by Lucifer Morningstar, the one known as the devil. His Mission is to have revenge on behalf of the Devil who was backstabbed, and had the apocalypse stolen from him by his own demons. But as a mere him in a post apocalyptic world filled with death at every turn, with wicked Witches, Devils, Royal Demons, and entities that feed on weak humans as per time snacks, how will he carry out such a mission? Fortunately, he is born again with the Satan System... ........ If you want to know how sick this book is, read the first chapter. I still don't know how the idea for this book came out of my head. (Heaven! please forgive me) ..... Demons, Devils, Fallen Angels, Angels, Soul Eaters, Cursers, Witches, Dark elves, Hell beasts, Heaven Beasts, Death Beasts... Practically, Every sick, both rosy and terrible thing of the underworld will be found in this book. My research is deep. (Note: Sick Shit happens here. If you don't have stomach for it, please run. You still have time.) (My Discord: https://discord.gg/5Gexp9wW)

It began with silence. Not the kind that crept through rooms late at night, or the kind that blanketed cities before a storm—but a silence that stretched across continents. A pause. A universal hush. Then, all at once, every living person on Earth heard it not through their ears, but deep inside their minds. "A new emperor has been born." The words were clear. Ancient. Powerful. Spoken in no language and yet understood by all. Some froze mid-step. Some wept without knowing why. Others—those with power or knowledge of the unseen—felt a ripple of energy surge through the layers of reality. The message didn’t stop at Earth. It passed through dreams, planes, and dimensions. And somewhere deep beneath layers of forgotten space, ancient things stirred. Beings locked away for centuries shifted in their prisons. Some smiled. Others screamed. Not all of them were sane anymore. Most of these creatures once gods, demons, or monsters had been cast into the crevices of existence. Trapped in what humans now called hells, their forms and minds had twisted over the ages. Once noble or divine, they had become demonic, dangerous, desperate. The message had confirmed what they had long feared and hoped: the imperial line had returned. An emperor had risen. In the deepest chambers of shadow governments and secret orders, alarms were triggered. Hidden organizations the kind that even presidents answered to scrambled into action. They knew what the return of an emperor meant: chaos... or salvation. And somewhere on the slopes of an old mountain, a young man named Philip stood he had just accepted the final legacy He didn’t hear the message. Not like the others. For him, the silence remained. But something within him shifted.

She was hired by fate. He was broken by ambition. Together, they’ll rewrite each other’s worlds. Amara Selwyn never imagined that a part-time assistant job to an elderly gentleman in Kensington would change her life forever. A struggling student with a bright spirit and big dreams, Amara is determined to carve her own path despite financial hardships. Caden Whitmore is a brilliant, ruthless billionaire CEO in his mid-thirties a man whose name commands respect in boardrooms and admiration in social circles. Known for his talent, power, and magnetic charm, Caden’s reputation precedes him. Women are drawn to him, but he changes partners as easily as he changes suits. His relationships never last, yet no one dares to break ties with him, bound by his influence and unyielding dominance. When an unexpected arrangement binds Amara and Caden in marriage, she is thrust into a glittering but ruthless world where power and wealth rule, and trust is scarce. Thrown into high society’s glare, hostile relatives, and the icy walls of a husband who guards his heart fiercely, Amara must find her strength and voice. Slowly, her warmth and unwavering spirit begin to crack Caden’s hardened exterior forcing him to confront the wounds beneath his fame and fortune. What started as a marriage of convenience soon becomes a journey of healing, passion, and transformation. But can love survive when both carry scars no money can erase?

Steven: I was happy living with my parents and younger siblings, everything was going as it should. Until one day I was out riding and saw something that would change my life forever. Little did I know that I was going to be thrown into a world of pain, strife, and conflict, where the only people I could confide in was my family, whether it was my, parents, older siblings, or younger siblings. Little did I realize that the term Love and Family Through Thick and Thin was to be come our family motto. As we tried to help those in need, no matter what race, color, religion, or species. If it needed help we would do our best, in this time of test and trials. All characters are fictional and have no connection to anyone. If the is a connection then it is a coincidence and not intentional. This story is based in the mid 1800's old western USA, as some events may conside with actual events that did happen. Thank you and I hope you enjoy the story.

Wu Feng was just a failed livestreamer with a sharp tongue and no filter—until he died mid-rant and reincarnated into a cultivation world as a “spirit-rootless trash orphan.” But instead of cultivating the Dao, he cultivates disrespect. Bound to the Petty System, Wu Feng gains power by humiliating hypocrites, roasting arrogant disciples, and dismantling centuries-old traditions—publicly. Armed with illusions, verbal kung fu, trolling combat arts, and a complete immunity to shame, he climbs the ladder of power by becoming the most disrespected man in the realms. While others ascend through pills and enlightenment, Wu Feng rises through poetic insults, sabotage, and theatrical revenge. The path of the Petty Sovereign has begun—and no one’s reputation is safe.